An Elf vixen! :o

This is where your story truly begins! Against the odds, you have survived a fortnight of rough terrain, constant harassment by predators and starvation. But the challenges do not end here! You are a weak, illiterate pitiful creature, alone and confused. This could be your one golden ticket into the world of the 1 in a million romance, or it could be your one way ticket straight to Hell... Either way, the road to the end looks to be a rather naughty one ;)

You cannot believe what your eyes are showing your rain soaked brain. Resting on her knees is a stunning Elven huntress wearing what appears to be exquisitely hand crafted leather armor. Dark leather boots cover her legs up to mid thigh, leaving a tantalizing amount of skin exposed between the top of the boots and her short black leather skirt. The skirt has a split down one side, exposing a generous amount of the soft flesh of her thigh to your wondering eyes. Your eyes move up to her flat stomach which is also exposed up to her ribcage. Protecting her vital organs is a bodice made of firm black leather, clinging close to her lithe form, leaving no dangling straps or frivolous ornament (you assume this feature is to reduce the risk of making too much noise while moving quietly). The bodice on her torso covers her entire chest except for a 3 inch gap descending from her throat down to her barely visible cleavage.

The arms are exposed past the lower shoulder giving you a nice view of her delicately muscled bicep and forearm. Her wrist and hands are clad in thin tanned hide gloves. Finally your gaze finds her face, a feature of Elven folk you haven't had to pleasure to admire until now, since the only times you have seen an Elf face to face was when they were either yelling at a group of your tribesmen or if they were seen from a great distance. But being able to stare at this woman's face in private was rooting you to the spot, making you completely oblivious to your surroundings.

Her face was the stuff of dreams and mythology. Her long raven black hair was tenderly tucked behind her right pointed ear, her noticeably attractive soft lips were pursed together in concentration as she deftly skinned the rabbit whole.

Deskinned, the rabbit hung limply in her left hand as she stopped to admire her handiwork, a smile broke across her face, showing an almost perfect row of sparkling teeth. The one "flaw" that you notice about her smile is that she has a slight gap in between her two upper front teeth. The Elf's eyes are large and wet (a distinctive feature of her race due to her unusually large eyes), and they reflect a beautiful pinkish red under her long eyelashes. Her graceful chin is round, but short, giving accentuation to her large ears and small mouth.

This picture of beauty is one thing, but how to get her attention without seeming like a threat is another. You've heard of Elves being a kind race, who sometimes grant shelter and food to travelers they meet, since they can often go long treks with little to no food or water, and they give them away instead of waste them. Although you don't know how she'll react to a dirty little wretch like you.

You have two ways you can handle this you imagine: Come out with your hands up and beg for food, or get bold and try to get the upper hand on her since she doesn't know you're there.